A Morning In The Tree Poem by Luke Ferrell

A Morning In The Tree

Rating: 5.0


White frost covers the green grass
Jumping the barbed wire
Taking slow, quiet steps
Climbing the cold rungs
Sitting and waiting
Toes start to get chilly
A big buck huffing
Staring down the scope
Bang!
The buck runs then nose dives
Food for winter has been secured

Monday, December 18, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: food,staring,winter
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sylvia Frances Chan 16 January 2024

Most deserving poem being chosen by Poem Hunter and Team as The Member Poem Of The Day. TOP Marks

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Bri Edwards 17 January 2024

So, they call it a 'deer stand' I think, what you climb to and where you get chilly toes. But do YOU Stand OR Sit? ? The deer would have done better to stay home! ! bri : )

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Bri Edwards 17 January 2024

I guess if one wants to kill a 'poor innocent creature', a deer is as good as any. And venison steaks and burgers! ! ! Yummy, and all for the price of a little ammo, a hunting license, a little chilliness, and a neighbor who lets you hunt on his/her land! ! bri ;)

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Prasanna Kumari 16 January 2024

Good experience of winter.Being from a tropical country we don't feel the chill unless read in a poem

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Sylvia Frances Chan 16 January 2024

A Morning In The Tree, a finest fascinating poem, most deserving!

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Sylvia Frances Chan 16 January 2024

Finest fascinating poem, with some funny itches. I have enjoyed! TFS

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